Hello all! Here is another chapter, answers some question you might have had with the first chapter. And before you ask, yes, there is going to be more, maybe one or two more chapters but that's about it.
Oh, and if they are a little too OOC just message me or review and things.
"So, I really am a vampire?" The detective asked, voice soft.
"What are you talking about? Of course you are." Shawn replied. Lassiter looked troubled.
"I wasn't one before," the detective began. "Marlowe attacked me last night and I woke up with a pounding heading and now, every smell seems more potent. All these smells are overwhelming and make me feel nauseous." Shawn frowned.
'So I wasn't wrong, Marlowe is a vampire. So, she must know that I'm a werewolf.' Shawn thought.
"She's going to die." Shawn said simply. Lassiter blinked.
"What the hell are you going on about Spencer?" He barked. Shawn just stared at the fledgling vampire, eyes cold. The older male suppressed a shiver.
"Simple," Shawn said, voice frigid. "She attacked something of mine. So she is going to die because of it." Lassiter growled in anger.
"I am not a possession Spencer!" Shawn's eyes flashed with amusement.
"You sure about that?" He asked with a smirk. The door opened and Juliet walked in, looking relieved when she caught sight of Carlton.
"Carlton! There you are." Juliet interrupted, glancing at Shawn. Shawn had to stifle an amused giggle.
'She smells suspicious,' Shawn thought amused. 'Probably thought we were doin' a little somthin' somthin'.
"We're needed at a crime scene." She continued.
"What've we got?" Lassiter asked staring at her intensely. Juliet hesitated glancing at Shawn worriedly. Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Out with it O'Hara, we haven't got all day." He snapped.
"The body isn't identifiable," She started. "It's too mangled. Some of its body parts are strewn across the scene and it almost looks like ground meat and not a human body. Forensics confirmed that the body is human just not the gender yet. They're still running the DNA through the database to see if they can get a match." She finished looking a bit sick.
"Sounds like a werewolf attack," Shawn piped up. Juliet gave him a weird look while Lassiter sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Remember the last time you claimed someone was a werewolf," Lassiter sneered.
"Hey, it's not my fault," Shawn whined. "He seemed weird enough to be a werewolf. Plus, he smelled a little furry like one too." He muttered the last bit quietly enough that only Lassiter picked up on it. Before he could comment on it Shawn's phone started ringing.
"The amazingly awesome Shawn Spencer speaking," He answered grinning. "What do you need Chief?" There was some silence as she answered. "Right-o chief, you know me. I'm never going to turn down a case." He was silent again but a slight from marred his face. "Nah, I'm not going to call Gus in on this. You know how he is when there's only a small bit of blood. He'd probably puke on the scene if he came." Lassiter looked angry as Shawn hung up. Juliet looked between Shawn and Lassiter worriedly before slowly creeping out of the room unnoticed.
"There's no way she just put you on this case." He snapped. Shawn looked amused.
"Well, I am psychic, so she wants me to see if I can ID the body with my psychicness." Lassiter rolled his eyes.
"That isn't even a word idiot, and you're not psychic." He growled. Shawn just smiled.
"True, but I am a werewolf." Shawn replied. Lassiter looked smug at the confession at first but then worried. He glanced around the room but didn't find Juliet. "With my superior sense of smell, I will be able to identify two things at the scene of the crime. One who or what the killer is. And lastly, the identity of our little victim." Shawn finished, looking amused that Lassiter was glancing about the room like a paranoid psychopath.
"Don't worry Lass, she crept out before your little angry outburst. So she didn't hear anything about me being a werewolf." The older male looked relieved before he cleared his throat.
"Well, let's get to the scene." He started. Excitement filled Shawn's eyes.
"Oooh, can I drive? Huh, can I, can I, can I?" The fake psychic squealed. Lassiter's eyes narrowed.
"No." He growled before storming out of the room.
"Ah, but Lassie! Don't be that one soggy churro." Shawn whined trotting after the older man. Lassiter sighed but didn't comment.
